Living Armor Fantasy Novels & Stories

Standing at the grotto mouth was Lyra Vance. She wore sleek, obsidian armor adorned with serpent crests, her pale skin contrasting starkly against her dark, venom-dyed hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural, sickly green hue—the unmistakable sign of a dark alchemist who had consumed her own forbidden brews. Behind her stood eight heavily armored shadow-beasts—mutated warriors whose eyes burned with mindless, bloodthirsty rage. Lyra, Freya spat, drawing her twin dragon-scale daggers, her eyes flaring with fiery orange sun-magic. "You dare ambush us on sacred border ground?

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

"This first one is for the Gathering Realm. It will expand your Apertures and your Ion Sea to handle up to the Realization level. The second will push your Apertures again and your Ion Sea to the Reformation level. As for the Third.. well it should, in theory, push you to the Transcendence level of energy reserves." "Gulp! I will not die right?" Felicity was not expecting Ren to be that far ahead of others. She was a little scared now. "The Third manual is?" "No. I will make sure of it." Ren said. "The Third manual compliments one of.. supplemental ones. It is the Lava Tiger." Ren thought hard about it and let go of the hesitation the last time he taught the manual to anyone. The last was hi

I am about to jump in and take on the insects when I see flames reaching over the large barn on the far side of the farm. My two strongest Diamond Hunters come up behind me and quickly assess the situation, “What do you need?” Alarick asks. “Get our ranged men on those insects and make sure to cover them. Deron, you and your men follow me.” We bolt for the barn, cutting down any insects flying low enough. I am about to make my way to the other side when a large creature slams into the building, completely demolishing it. We jump back from the scattering debris. I focus my eyes when the dust clears and I see the large hydra lying in a pool of its own blood. Large pieces of flesh look torn and

It's time I claim my prize. . Laila stands up and shouts out loud, her voice stirs up all of her minions, making them to assemble like soldiers ready for war.. Immediately they all assemble, Laila commands them all to match and conquer Marida... All of the creatures shout, jubilating as they prepare to go to war, all of them prepare them taking all sorts of weapons, Laila casts a spell on her body making herself a body of armor, She comes down from her throne looking deadly and vicious, Her minions divide making a path for her, Laila walks majestically, looking at them all one by one, as she reaches in front of them, She takes a small dagger from her armor and cuts her hand with it.. Her blo

After the armor was crafted, it was sent to the fae to enchant it with high magick. They placed enchantments of increased stamina, endurance, healing, quickness, and strength upon it. They were each given to members of supernatural royalty; vampires, werewolves, warlocks, fae, angels, and so on, received the armor. Mine is attuned to my electrical energy. It is a deep dark black with veins of crimson-colored living blood flowing through it. It is light armor and fits me like a glove. The matching sword is called the Deathslayer, as its power is that which can even defy death, himself.

"I’m one of the protectors assigned to keep you alive. We’re here to make sure those devils never get the chance to hurt you." The hulking man in black armor spoke next, his deep voice resonant. "Name’s Thor. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, they’ll regret it." One by one, the others introduced themselves: Elsie, a mage who would weave protective wards around her. Selene was a seer who would monitor the devils’ movements. Garrick, the strategist who would coordinate their effort, and Asher, the alchemist who would craft weapons and tools to counter infernal magic.

As our fingertips meet, I fall forward. An unbearable pain rips through my heart. I look down, see the tips of my snowy alabaster hair drenched in blood. The hilt of a sword is buried in my ribs. Redness seeps into my gown, trickling over the tiny seed pearls, dripping down onto the sand below. I look up. Felix stands before me. His dark hair is longer, almost to his shoulders. His skin is white as death. His hazel eyes are rimmed with onyx, and he’s wearing strange black armor. His face twists in pain, as if it was he who had a sword buried in his chest.

She just wanted to know if running away from Lucas doesn't mean running into another kind of trouble. I continued with my words, "so, did Bertha die in the flames or not?" "Rumor has it that she arose like a phoenix from the flames, with a new body. But those were just lies. Bertha was a witch with many potentials but regeneration wasn't part of it. Her life was short lived. She was one of those witches with no immortality, so how could she have been Reborn from a phoenix flames? Her lineage had no phoenix, and you cannot easily siphon a Phoenix's powers. Except maybe she's a cursed one. only a cursed phoenix has limited powers."

I almost relax. Almost. Then I reach a page marked with a thin black ribbon. My stomach tightens. The writing here is darker. Heavier. The letters press into the page like they’re carved instead of written. “The Lyovles are not born. They awaken.” My breath catches. I keep reading. Each word lands like a stone in my chest. “Their blood binds and breaks. Their presence unravels balance. Through them, the old world ends. Only to be saved, when their life is gone.”